If there were ever a time to be wise and make a decision that so hurts my heart to think about alone, it's now.
I don't feel capable.
I know I am capable.
But rare, it is, to come across the feeling that will come soon,
So long as I let it.
So long as I make the wrong decision.
But is it worth the regret?
Is one moment--
correction, many moments, but time is never at my side during them--
worth the unbearable stabs my heart suffers once it's over?
And I can never be sure I'll experience a similar one after.
At least not with you.
You are the one thing I'm never certain of.
You are the one thing I'm certain I want.
But certainty never got anybody anywhere except maybe disappointment.
It can all happen so fast.
But this moment is mine,
and all I can do with it is decide whether I want to feed a hungry heart,
or give the head on my shoulders, full enough with thought,
what it so greedily craves,
leaving my heart to starve.